The Missing 250 Dollars … The lady was holding up the line. At first I felt only irritation. Then the word spread, “She lost $250 in cash.” Not only had she lost her money, but she had no other way to pay. I felt terrible for her. She stuck her hands in all her pockets and came up empty. Her food had been scanned and bagged but nothing. The manager came and offered to put her cart into a walk-in refrigerator until she could come up with the money. The cashier called the service center and asked if someone had turned it in—no, they said.
The lady hurried off to look, but it seemed pretty hopeless.
I began a silent appeal to God. Lord, you see where the money is. Help her to find it, or have an honest person discover it and turn it in.
Seconds later another grocery store employee walked up smiling. “We found it,” she said.
“I’m so glad,” I said, “I was even praying.”
The customer in front of me turned my way. “Me, too.”
“I know. It was just too hard,” I said.
She nodded in agreement.
The lady returned to a smiling group of customers and employees.
“Wow. My faith in humanity is renewed,” said the cashier.
On the way home I felt lighter. The lady received her money back—I bonded with a stranger who also prayed—an honest soul returned $250.
~ Karen Gaus ~